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    The verdict hit me like a bolt from the blue, leaving me speechless and adrift in the storm of my own thoughts.


    As the medical team filed out, Bryan held up the report with a smirk colder than ice. “So this is what you call being drugged?” His words sliced through the air like a dagger.


    Tears pricked at my eyes as despair and frustration bubbled over. “Why won’t you believe me?” I cried, my voice trembling. “Doesn’t it seem strange that I ended up in the hospital warehouse tonight—and that you just so happened to be there too? Isn’t that a little too convenient?”


    Dominic stood to the side, his expression as aloof as a statue carved from stone. His voice was calm, almost detached. “We’ll get to the bottom of this, but for now, I want you to exin what exactly happened in the warehouse.”


    yton, with disappointment shadowing his features, let out a weary sigh. “Makenna, just tell the truth,” he urged, his tone heavy with resignation.


    I opened my mouth, the words perched on the tip of my tongue, but they refused toe out.


    Anger and heartache churned inside me like a storm-tossed sea.


    Tears blurred my vision as I stubbornly turned my head away. “If you’ve already decided I’m guilty, then what’s the point? Do whatever you want.”


    Bryan’s voice, sharp as the edge of a de, cut through the tension. “ying the martyr now, are we? It won’t be that easy.”


    I met their icy stares one by one, the…


    Warmth and kindness they once showed me were now a distant memory, reced by disappointment and disapproval.


    “What do you want from me?” I whispered, closing my eyes as exhaustion weighed me down. “Are you here to punish me?”


    Soon enough, the truth hit me like a thunderp.


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    They whisked me away to a secluded vi tucked at the farthest edge of the pce grounds.


    I fought tooth and nail along the way, thrashing like a fish on a line, but it was useless.


    The vi greeted me with an eerie silence, broken only by the faint whisper of the wind brushing past its walls.


    Every fiber of my being screamed to flee, but the three princes didn’t so much as bat an eye.


    I was caged, and the weight of it nearly crushed me. Desperation wed at my chest, and I yelled, “What gives you the right to lock me up like this?”


    In a blind rage, I bolted for freedom, but Bryan intercepted me, shoving me hard onto the sofa.


    Before I could even blink, he was looming over me, his hand gripping my jaw with an irond hold that sent jolts of pain through me.


    “Consider yourself lucky we didn’t end you,” he growled, his eyes burning like a predator on the hunt. “Keeping you here is the best mercy you’ll ever get. Starting now, this vi is your whole world. Forget leaving—it’s not happening.”


    His words hit me like a p, igniting a firestorm of defiance. I thrashed against him, roaring, “I’d rather die than rot here with you! Cast me out of the pce—let me be a rogue and fend for myself! You’ve got Evelyn. Go to her and leave me alone!”


    Bryan’s face twisted in fury, veins bulging on his forehead as his voice boomed like a thunderp. “Keep dreaming! As long as we’re breathing, you’re not going anywhere.”


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